Ten Great Sects of the Martial Arts World

When Li Zheng came back down, Zhang Xiaoke had already chosen a place to shop at.

It was a long journey.

Zhang Xiaoke sat on the bike's angular back seat.

The shop wasn't even a kilometer away.

Her butt was about to rot.

But she was already sitting on the bike and couldn't jump down now.

All she could do was sit on the back seat with tears in her eyes.

Someone had said that they would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle.

Who said that?

A person would definitely cry more if they were sitting on a bicycle.

This was doubly abusing both her body and her soul.

Li Zheng was also destroyed after cycling for a kilometer.

His stamina had always been his weakness, and he never thought that giving someone a ride on a bicycle would be this tiring.

All he could do was stop his bike at a train station and force Zhang Xiaoke to take a train there with him.